Chapter 105 Kingsley's Pray

　　Kingsley's POV 　　I would always remember the day when the door to the labor and delivery room swung open, and a nurse placed the baby in my arms, urgently and loudly saying, "The mother is hemorrhaging; please sign the surgical responsibility form. We're going to operate soon." 　　I could barely hold the baby; my eyes went black, and a dull ache struck my heart as I watched the nurse's mouth open and close, unsure of what she was saying. 　　May took the baby from me, and the nurse shoved the surgical responsibility form into my hand, saying, "Sign it. The mother is going to be operated on soon." 　　I'd signed my name countless times on documents in the past. I could sign my name with a heart on a list of tens of billions of dollars without a blink. But today, my name seemed extraordinarily difficult to write. Trembling, I finally signed. 　　My eyes were dry to the point of pain; I gasped for air. My wolf whimpered in pain. 　　At this moment, I was no longer the unstoppable Alpha, only Fre